I Walk Alone. Poem by EME CHUKU

I walk alone, a lonely path.
Untrodden by the sullen feet
of yesterdays past,
The memories of tomorrow to ensnare.

Who can hear the drums beat?
Its dispersion from a far off place,
through the sifting dunes-
A conundrum of silence aglow.

I am interned to my urge,
to quench this insatiable glut.
This pounding machine accelerates,
to hasten the maker's chamber.

Fate is a cast of shadows,
embattled in its retreat.
For only time releases honor,
and liberates the soul.